Los Angeles - 26
artist / writer
I could never survive
on words alone
yours
or mine
On feelings fleeting
and happiness that seeks dawn
when light does not break
and darkness knows no bounds
What bread will I soak
in uncelebratory wine
of a solemness fermented
and fantasies diluted away
(via kafkastic)
(via kafkastic)
Robert Doisneau. Traffic Policeman, Place De La Madeleine, circa 1951. From Getty Images
I could write a story so beautiful, the entire world would toil through the pages of our love. Like everflowing fields being tended and flocked to.
Brazen are those adorned with my burden, one beloved, yet never blessed by the eyes I so adore
